Damn you auto correct

So, here's the setting.  Bug and I were at my parents for the afternoon.  We had agreed to have dinner with them; chicken tacos.  K was at work, but was going to make it for dinner, after stopping by the house to change his clothes and let the dog out.  Here is the conversation, via text, that ensued after that decision was made:

Me: Cam you bring over hard taxi shells and sour cream from the house too?
K: K, crown vic, or a van?
Me: Crown box for sure.
Me: I hate auto correct
K: A box of crown? LMAO
Me: OMG that caused some tears from laughing.
K: pee a little?
Me: No, thankfully I just went.

'nuff said.